The Lycan's plus size Queen 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

CHAPTER 31: Vaelira Three days had passed since my mother was turned away from the outer gates, and the morning sun broke over the capital in brilliant shades of gold and amber.I sat at the long dining table beside Malakor, dressed in a sweeping gown of dark royal blue silk. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, illuminating the silver platters of fresh roasted meats, warm fruit tarts, and spiced tea spread before us. I took small, quiet bites of my breakfast, feeling the steady, warm hum of Malakor’s presence through our bond.The heavy doors of the dining hall opened with a low creak, and Leandra stepped inside. Her face was set in a tight, vigilant scowl, her hand resting naturally on the hilt of her broadsword as she bowed deeply to us."My King, My Queen," Leandra reported, her voice low and even. "The female, your mother has returned to the front gate. She is demanding entrance once more. Shall I have Commander Kael and the High Guard turn her away again?"The sil

CHAPTER 31After fleeing the Queen's presence in a bitter rage, Vespara retired to the grand guest chambers prepared for her in the east wing of the keep. She spent two hours pacing the thick rugs, her nails digging into her palms as her mind spun a web of desperation.The moment she learned the Lycan had finished his afternoon council, she demanded an immediate private audience.The grand doors of the throne room groaned open. Vespara stepped into the vast, cavernous hall. Sunlight streamed through the high stained-glass archways, casting long, crimson shadows across the polished black obsidian floor.At the far end of the grand hall, raised high atop a dais of dark carved stone, sat Malakor.He was entirely alone. The High King sat lounged upon the grand obsidian throne, his massive frame draped in black leather and silver-trimmed velvet. One elbow rested on the carved armrest, his chin propped against his fist as his luminous amber eyes fixed on her. The suffocating, predatory sile

CHAPTER 35: Vaelira The political hierarchy of Volca-Crest rested upon three distinct pillars: the Blood-Fang Pack, the Voss Pack, and the Crown Pack.While Torren commanded the Blood-Fang Pack with misplaced pride, and High King Malakor commanded both the supreme Crown Pack and the entire realm, the Voss Pack had long been managed by Alpha Lucius—a stoic, unyielding warrior whom Malakor trusted above most.Lucius had been dispatched on a critical mission to the southern borders months ago, missing both the coronation and the formal royal announcements. But today, the heavy iron gates opened to welcome him back.In the grand audience hall, Malakor and I stood together at the base of the dais to receive them. Beside Lucius stood his mate, Lady Seraphine, the Luna of the Voss Pack. She was a striking, immaculate female with silver-blonde hair pulled into a sharp, flawless crown braid. Her sharp blue eyes were cold, calculating, and possessed an intense, rigid discipline that radiated o

chapter 37: Malakor "No! No, none of those things," Vaelira said quickly, reaching up to place her hands over my tight jaw, her thumbs stroking my cheekbones to soothe my rising wolf. "It is nothing like that, Malakor. Everyone has been respectful."I let out a slow breath, settling slightly. "Then what is troubling you?"Vaelira met my gaze with an unyielding, fierce clarity. "I have thought long and hard about this. I want to participate in the kingdom's affairs. I want to help you rule."I blinked, taken aback by her sudden request. "Vaelira... you do not need to strain yourself with statecraft. I have the entire court, the high council, and the elders to manage those burdens. You carry my crown, that is more than enough.""No, it isn't," she replied firmly, her voice echoing with a quiet, undeniable conviction. "It is my right and my duty as High Queen to stand beside you and help shoulder those burdens. If I am ever going to feel like a true Queen in this realm, I have to start

CHAPTER 39A heavy knock echoed against the oak doors of my solar just as the morning sun reached its peak."Enter," I called out, setting down my quill.The double doors swung wide, and two young guards from the High Guard stepped into the room. Between them, they carried a massive, brass-bound wooden chest. Their muscles strained under the weight as they heaved it across the rug, letting it settle onto my wide mahogany desk with a dull, heavy thud that shook my inkwell.Behind them walked Commander Kael, his arms folded behind his back, a faint, unreadable expression on his scarred face."High Queen Vaelira," Kael said, offering a crisp, respectful bow. "By order of the High King, I have brought the foundational ledgers of Volca-Crest."He reached forward, unhooking the heavy iron latch of the chest and lifting the lid.My breath hitched in my throat.The chest was packed to the brim with hundreds of tightly rolled leather scrolls, thick bound leather ledgers, and yellowed parchment